I'm sorry I went quiet there for a bit. Just keeping up with full-time work, and staying sane, and safely gestating is using up most of my time and energy at the moment.
Adzuki is 33 weeks today, and I can't help but replay where we were at this gestation with Zainab. They were our last days with her, and we had no idea. We were in the midst of packing up our house and moving interstate, and then the busy noisy chaos of Christmas and family. This is why I linger in bed in the mornings when Adzuki starts moving - because we had so few opportunities to do that with Z in those last days. I'm grateful that he seems to be a very active baby - whenever I start getting worried about him, I tune in to my belly and have been able to feel him move or hiccough. I'm trying to balance the fears - doing what I can to hang onto the handrail and stay as safe as possible - with the moment to moment experience of having this small person dancing in my belly. I'm avoiding car trips wherever possible, and using a special seat that keeps the seatbelt away from my belly. I know it's unlikely that the same thing would happen, but I also know how common car accidents are, and that even a less serious bingle could harm Adzuki.
And in just over a week (if all goes well) Adzuki will have been in my belly longer than Z ever was. I feel frozen, uncertain of what to do. I find myself procrastinating with my work - I long to hibernate in bed, to wait this out until I wake one morning and go into labour.
I think our strategy for now is to mark 34 weeks as another anniversary for Z, and then to begin in earnest the preparations for Adzuki's birth - getting his space in our room set up, listening to the birthing cds, getting my head around the prospect of a pregnancy ending with a living baby rather than trauma and grief. At least we really hope so this time!
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